Blacktail Deer Plateau im good, im good, im great

Raised voices were bound to attract attention before too long. Grayday had headed in that direction as soon as they reached his ears, thinking that Howl, perhaps, had returned to take out his frustrations on their budding young healer. (Grayday felt for him, really, but there was no reason that Pema had to take on the brunt of his indignation. If Howl needed a fight to sort out his emotions, Grayday would willingly play adversary.)

Unfortunately for all parties involved, Grayday did not recognize the male currently snapping at his healer's face. At once, he was off like a shot - a silver bullet intent on burying itself in the other wolf's side. Without even a growl to announce his presence, the only warning the other male would get was the muted thud of paws on the carpeted forest floor, and quite possibly something in Pema's expression.

Grayday is aiming to knock Mouse over and snarl in his face, at the moment. No plans to maim just yet.